666soulz

[666soulz]

I Need A Freak To Drive Me Crazy!

Onyankopon x black reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚Content Warning: missionary, mating press, cowgirl, a hint of overstimulation, very short!

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚WC: 1.0k

Heaves of pants came from the dark-skinned man above you. Trails of sweat trailing down the man's bicep until it drips down onto your marked collarbone. Your pathetic little whimpers echo through the large bedroom.

Onyankopon’s dick was in your velvety walls as he fucked you towards another orgasm, your hands could barely hold onto him as he fucked you slowly and deeply. 

Back arching deeply off the mattress as a mantra of broken moans escapes from your smudged lips.

“Oooh~” Onyankopon wrapped his arm around one of your thighs pulling you off the bed a bit. Wanting to thrust inside you at a deeper angle. The action didn’t catch you off guard but you were a little skeptical. 

All your boyfriend did was smirk before he thrust deeply—his curved cock touching soft spots you haven’t felt stimulated in forever. “Uhh! O-Onyyy~ fuckkk” you slurred a drunken smile slowly taking over your features.

“That’s right baby” Onyankopon groaned, feeling your pussy tighten around him. It felt as if you were holding him captive with how good you were sucking him in. But he kept his pace, occasionally shifting his hips to a different angle to discover a knee spot. 

That usually ended with you a screaming mess and kicking his firm chest. Up until he grabbed for your ankle pressing sloppy kisses slowly trailing up to your leg. With the back of your hand covering your lower face you watched your low dazed eyes as the sexy man in front of you continued to press soft kisses all over your lower body.

If there’s one thing Onyankopon is good at, it's being a multi-tasker, a loud moan would build up in your chest that you would try to ignore. But it was hard when Onyan would keep his same thrust not slowing down and if he did some that caused more pleasure. 

Folding your thighs to your chest, Onyan eyes were trained on where you both were intimate. Thrusts now sensual and slow, you felt as if your brain was burnt out and you were moving on autopilot. A tab bit of drool escaping the side of your mouth, little moans flying out. 

Onyan felt his abs tighten trying to edge himself not wanting to cum before you. But he didn’t know how much more he could take. He took a glance at your pretty face and that was when he knew he fucked up. 

Pretty low-lidded eyes were trained on him, not a single thought behind them, your purple lipstick smudge off your plump lips barely visible. Maybe because the lipstick was now littered all over his face, neck, collarbone, and pecs. He smirked at the thought. Your pretty breast is sitting up like two mountains, when he saw your cute stomach he’s pretty sure that’s what triggered his orgasm. Along with the little low moans leaving your lips slowly traveling to his eardrum.

“Ugh!” Onyankopon came and he came hard. His hips stuttered against you, little whimpers escaping him. His forearms were on either side of your midsection, and his forehead was covered in sweat. Condensation starts to cover up the bedroom windows after both you and Onyan’s little heated session. The male dropped his body on yours without having any more strength to give. Panting mess just adds wet moisture to the room.

Your nails ran through Onyan’s scalp helping him calm down, and also making him feel a bit drowsy. Once you saw his breathing was back to regular and before he could attempt falling asleep. Onyankopon felt his whole world flipping and it did because now he was the one on his back and you on top. 

He didn’t like the way you were staring at him like a piece of meat. Whimpering at the overstimulation that soared through his body when you started to rock yourself slowly. 

“Onyan I didn’t get to cum” you teased, you did in the past rounds but not this time. That sexy smirk on your face made Onyankopon gulp sweat gathering on his brown eyebrows as he tried to keep himself conscious.

He was going to protest until he saw the cute little pout on your face, “Did you forget about me?”. The teasing in the tone of your voice makes his dick jump back to life. 

If it were possible Onyankopon would have a visible deep red blush all over his lower face. His eyes low swirling with lust and his hands holding your hips, lazily helping you bounce up and down on his cock.

Slowly becoming more and more pussy drunk, watching the way your warm heat drags along his cock each time you bounce up. Tits jumped directly in his face leaving the blessed man hypnotized. 

“Onyan! Finna cum baby!” You whined, your bounces getting more desperate. The strings of cum connecting to both of your intimate areas become more visible as they continue to multiply. 

“Cum baby, ugh! Cum on your dick, I belong to you- ahh fuck” Onyan threw his head back feeling his body take a screenshot as his nut soared from his cock into the warmth of your pussy. “All yours (n/n)~” Legs trembling, Onyankopon left a trembling mess under you.

Your vision blurred, your mouth falling open as a silent cry left your lips. “Hahhh~” your senses were sent into overdrive as your release came crashing down. With one more drop of your hips slamming into Onyankopon’s—your pussy clenched around his cock. Some of both your and Onyan’s mixed climaxes splashing against your cunt and Onyan’s abdomen.

Your chest heaved up and down before your body betrayed you, falling onto Onyankopon’s chest. Groaning at the harsh contact from your sore sensitive breasts against his well-built chest. Arms wrapped tightly around your mid back, Onyankopon playfully thrusting into your spent cunt as he pulled you more up his chest.

Earning a weak cry from you, chuckling tiredly he pressed a loving kiss against your forehead. “My bad baby.”

Authors Note: Hope your all ready cuz I know I am, I’ve been feeling for this man for a while I’m so glad I gave him his time to shine 😩 I also got my hair done and I forgot to post this 🥹

#aot onyankopon #aot smut #onyankopon #onyankopon x black y/n #onyankopon x reader #onyankopon smut #onyankopon x you #onyankopon x chubby reader #aot x black!reader #aot x black reader

[666soulz]

hiiii i really liked your suguru hoochie fic and i was wondering if you could do one with ony where she’s like a tomboy and she has a smart mouth and fights a lot but when she gets with ony he makes her chill out when she start to act up.

thank youuuuuu🫶🏾

best friend ony x black tomboy reader

warnings: a bit of angst in the beginning? fam issues, reader can throw hands, car sex, angry sex a little, overstimulation, best friends to lovers, a teensy bit of manipulation? if you squint

a/n: hope you enjoyyyyy :33

Second year, first semester. You honestly were starting to get tired of this hell people call college. You were drained, which was weird since you loved what you were there for. Fashion design has been your passion ever since you were a child. It was nothing out of the ordinary for anyone in your family to see you declare that as your major after being admitted to FIT, one of the best fashion schools in New York.

Your parents, comprising a lawyer and the top doctor in the city, fully supported you in pursuing your dreams. They were impressed by your decision to launch your own fashion line, and before you even reached your third year in college, you had already established your own business. 

The outcome was much more successful than anticipated, making your first $100k in less than 2 months. However, there are drawbacks to being raised in a traditional Haitian family. 

‘Tifi pa mete gwo pantalon konsa.’ Girls don’t wear big pants like that.

‘Buy that skirt. Ou bezwen abiye tankou yon dam.’ You need to dress like a lady.

It was a broken fucking record, and you were tired of hearing it. You would call them out on it, never being one to hold your tongue. Your parents scolded you for that, too, telling you that no one likes a lady who always has someone to say. You swear you would pop a blood vessel if you heard another one of their lectures.

Of course, you never wore the skirts or dresses they would waste their money on for you. Your family’s Christmas gifts would be just that now. You couldn’t help but want to hurl when you saw pastel-colored tops, the shortest skirts you’d ever seen, and dresses that made you shiver in discomfort.

They weren’t ugly. You recognized the beauty in them when other people wore them. But putting them on your body made you visibly uncomfortable. You always felt awkward in them, and you realized that while you loved your parents, you couldn’t change how they viewed things. 

So, you moved out. After six months of telling your parents you were leaving. They never believed you. On a warm summer evening, you packed all of your ‘ti gason’ clothes, as they like to call them, and made your way to the high-rise apartment that you paid a deposit on three weeks ago.

You were happy. I mean, you had no reason not to be. Your parents came around to you not being home anymore, your business was doing exceptionally well, and your best friend was taking you out to eat later tonight.

You were happy. 

So, why are you leaving room 109 on the verge of tears after being scolded by your Fashion Management professor for missing yet another assignment?

You were at your limit. You weren’t by any means sensitive, always known for being quick on your feet. Usually, when there is a problem, you are the first to fix it. You were smart, having a high 3.9 GPA, and are even on the principal’s honor roll. That didn’t stop you from getting into a few fights here and there. 

Now, you were by no means were you the type of bitch always looking for a fight. But the girls at your university were bullies, and unfortunately for them, you don’t take no bullshit. Not from your parents, and certainly not from them.

You should be a MMA fighter with how these women are left twitching after you’re done with them. And you probably should’ve been expelled, but you were one of the school’s head designers. It would look bad on their part if they let you go, which is why you’re still here. Utterly drained, hungry, and twisting your personal locker open.

“Yo!” 

You hear a loud shout from behind you. You take a pause from stacking your latest edition of the Vogue magazine, featuring your designs, in the plain navy blue locker. Nah, not me. You really weren’t in the mood today.

“Excuse you, miss. With the big ass pants,” You entirely stop all your movements and take a deep breath in. Not fucking today. 

The outfit you wore was cute, you looked adorable. Standing with a basketball jersey shirt you stumbled upon while thrifting a week ago and oversized jeans. Your new blue Balance 550s were free of scratches and fit perfectly with your mid-calf length socks. Your bohemian braids are tucked into a messy updo, and your vintage jewelry completes your look. You were bad, and no amount of bullying from insecure women could ever make you feel different.

You continue ignoring the person. Your best friend of five years, Ony, told you not to get into any more fights. He said you were too bright for that, that they only wanted a reaction out of you. On any other day, you would’ve taken his concerns into consideration. Today was absolutely not one of those days. Today was one of the days where if someone said the wrong thing, you wouldn’t flinch before knocking their head off their shoulders.

To be honest, he should’ve known better; you always had a short temper. 

Still, the whiny voice pesters you until they got right within your vicinity. “I know you hear me talking to you,” 

Your method of ignoring is futile now; the girl was so close you could smell the cheap Victoria’s Secret perfume she over-sprayed. You were forced to turn to your right and face the culprit, your sharp eyes squinting at the girl.

You notice you’ve never seen her before. She wasn’t drastically shorter than you, maybe an inch or two. Even you knew, though, you could spank her with no problem. She was pretty, but her style was the complete opposite of yours. Her brown skin was well-compensated by the short pleated cream skirt she wore, and the bow-shaped crop top caused you to look twice at her tits.

You would’ve forgotten that she approached you all hostile if she didn’t put her pink glossed lips together to say her following words.

“You fucking with my man?” Didn’t I mention that you have never seen this girl a day in your life? How the fuck were you supposed to know who her man was? You’re stuck in a dilemma, a mind fucking dilemma. 

Should you walk away and be the bigger person, or should you indulge in whatever this was and risk listening to what would be your second lecture of the day from Ony? You shiver at the thought alone. You don’t think you can take another earful. 

“Y’know what? I don’t even think it was right of me to ask,” Thank you. You internally think you wouldn’t feel bad for fucking up someone’s daughter today.

“Yeah, there’s no way Ony would go for someone like you,” 

Silence.

There was an apparent silence among the crowded halls, everyone stopping what they were doing to stare at the two of you. Damn, does no one mind their business?

You weren’t lying earlier. You really didn’t have an issue with people dressing in the opposite way of you. In 2024, you have a fondness for the way humans express themselves through their clothing. What you didn’t like was how girls with the most basic outfits known to man would think they were better than you.

And did this bitch just call Ony her man?

Your anger was rising slowly the more you thought about it, and you were bout ready to strangle this girl. 

“Excuse me?”

Your usual sweet tone sounded almost chilly amid the suffocating tension. Everyone around the school knew who you were; being a fashion designer made the public eye fixated on you. Your fights were a natural source of mass attention. That was what all of your 1 million fans on Instagram liked about you, the fact that you never lost.

She had the audacity to keep talking. “Yeah, I mean, look at you. You should dress more like a-”

It’s a shame, really. You really didn’t want to fight today. Your fist went swinging before your mind even processed what was happening. It was a little uncanny how you didn’t let the girl get any punches; it was simply hit after hit. Were you at 7 now? Or maybe it was 10? You couldn’t tell. 

This wasn’t because she was weak; it took about two solid punches to the face before she fell down. But you were just so heated. That comment made something snap in the deepest crevices of your bone. There was an intense sobbing from underneath you, and in the corner of your cloudy vision, you saw pecks of blood staining your knuckles. 

You didn’t get to finish your assault on the poor girl; in a split second, you felt an arm snatch you up from your stomach. You raise your head from what feels like someone’s shoulder- Why was everything upside down?

You heard a deep mumbling in the midst of the cheers coming from the hallway, something along the lines of “Never fucking listen,”

Ony?

It seems you voiced your thoughts out loud because the 6’3 man responds with a quick, “I don’t wanna hear shit till we get home.” 

Your thoughts were jumbled, and you didn’t have a clear head. You were angry. You were an angry black woman, and you had every right to be one. Ony is your best friend, not your father. So, you were stuck trying to figure out just who the fuck was he talking to?

In a hiss, your voice whispers by his diamond stud earring, “Who the fuck- Are you crazy? Fuck ass nigga, put me down!” you start sending harsh slaps on his back, the fabric of his white tee swaying. But he wasn’t budging; not a single hit swayed him.

Your words must have been a source of tension, causing him to finally put you down. The blood rushing from your body into your head makes your vision hazy, and as you look around, you realize you’re in the school parking lot. Alone. Alone with Ony.

He doesn’t let the thought simmer in your brain, not when you’re more concerned about the fact that he has a tatted hand on your throat and just pushed your body to the nearest concrete wall. 

“Watch that mouth. You should know better, Y/n.” 

His voice is more calm now, though you can hear the underlying irritation. You’re both glaring at each other, your breathing audibly heard amid the empty oversized garage. His grip on your throat is making you feel things, things you shouldn’t be feeling for a best friend. 

You were never intimidated by Ony, and he knew it when you continued glaring and uttered, “Get the fuck off of me,” You try grasping at his arm, but he’s quicker than you. Ony doesn’t hesitate to put your arms above your head, the scent of his YSL cologne filling your senses. 

Is he- Is he closer than before?

“Nah, you’re not getting out of this one.” He pressed into you harder, and it was getting a little difficult to breathe. His body heat somehow mixed in with yours, creating a heated symphony. You knew it was coming, another scolding. At this point, you were starting to think you’re 9 again.

“What did we talk about yesterday, ma?” His voice goes an octave lower, and you’re almost sure he’s doing this purposefully. You roll your eyes, refusing to let him see the effect he was beginning to have on you. You decide you don’t even want to let him hear your voice.

Ony doesn’t hear a peep out of you, and after 10 seconds, he loses his patience, “You deadass? Don’t make me fuck you up, Y/n.” You feel the hand on your throat squeeze tighter twice as if he’s warning you. Damp are the only words to describe what your panties are experiencing right now. 

Still, you keep up your facade. Ony can see right through you, though, you’ve never had someone put you in your place. You’ve never had someone match your energy like he did. It usually never got this bad; Ony never got upset with you after a fight he had to pull you from. A calm talk and a little praise got you to calm your nerves.

This was before you got the fame you have now. Ony thinks, no, he knows, that you’re going to be much bigger than you already are. And he doesn’t want you being held back by some petty fights. He always told you if you ever had a problem, go to him first, and he’ll always handle it. 

But you wanted to be stubborn. You weren’t used to someone taking care of you, relieving some weight off of your shoulders. Being the first-born daughter issued a connection with hyper-independence. And all Ony wants to do is engrave in your pretty little head that he’s got you. And he always will. He genuinely cannot understand why you make it so difficult for him.

“I’m not in the mood, Ony. Let me go-” He cuts you off, coming closer to your soft lips. 

“I don’t care, Y/n. Talk it out right now, or I swear we’re not leaving this parking lot.” He read you like a book; he knew you were trying to run away from him. To dismiss this and to never bring it up again. He was done doing that, and the attitude you’ve been giving him ended today. He’ll fix it for you by whatever means. 

You knew Ony meant his words in the least sexual way possible. Yet, you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering, why does he look so good? The thin gold chain you gave him for his birthday last year makes his brown skin stand out. Through your adrenaline haze, you didn’t even notice what he wearing. 

It’s sinful. How the outfit you know he barely put thought into putting on makes you want to pounce.

A white tee that alone made your breath stutter with the way his abs pressed through. You could make out the outline, damn. Black sweats that sit so low, the white Polo Ralph Lauren briefs he had on were teasing you. 

It wasn’t your first time having these thoughts, but moments with Ony made you think this way often. 

When you guys would smoke together, and Ony would feed you the blunts, his eyes would never leave your lips. When he would come over and cook with you, small brushes behind your hips. You would always brush it aside; that wouldn’t be appropriate for a best friend to think. You were just best friends, right?

You’re questioning everything because of this moment. This isn’t what best friends do. Why is his hand squeezing your throat? Why is he pressing his body flush against you? 

Most importantly, why aren’t you stopping him? Why is this making you so fucking wet? You know, if you told Ony you were uncomfortable, he would back off in a second. But you weren’t. The only thing making you uncomfortable is the slickness you can feel drip down the fat of your soft thighs. 

Your next words leave him stunned, “Well, I guess we’re not leaving then.” 

When your words register in Ony’s brain, he moves quickly. Whispering a stern, “Bet.” With a smile on his handsome face. As if he knows something you don’t. After grabbing you by the throat and letting go of your hands, he swiftly moves to his car, an all-black Scat Pack. 

This was honestly your fault. The position you were in, your back arching perfectly, and your slobbering pussy receiving the deepest back shots from Ony’s long dick. You were scrambling in his back seat. You’ve already came twice due to his fingers, and his precision in piercing your squishy spot would make you cum again. You weren’t even sure you could.

You tried running away from the pleasure, pleading for him in your shaky voice to just “G-give me a b-break! I can’t-” 

It wouldn’t be a punishment if he did, now would it? His hands would only grip the sides of your hips harder at your words; it would probably leave a dent mark. Ony was letting his dick stir up your insides because he needed to teach you a lesson. It seems this is the only way your mouth wouldn’t retort anything to him.

“Not happening, mama. All you needed was some dick, right?” Heavy pants fill the air, and you start seeing smoke fog up his tinted car windows. Ony was honestly losing himself with how tight your pussy was squeezing him. He doesn’t know why the fuck it took him so long to get you like this. It’s all he ever dreams about. 

Making you scream out his name, making you cream all over his dick as he makes you take what he knows nobody could ever give you. Fuck, he swears he’s in love with your fat cunt, with you. “Don’t it feel good when I fuck you like this?” 

The more he kept talking, the more you felt like you were losing your mind. You didn’t know if he wanted an answer. But you were already gone, high off the pleasure his fast pace was giving you. You had no control over your lips when they parted and screamed, “S-so good, Ony! Oh-fuck. It f-feels so-”

He went faster at your words, and your mouth was dripping with drool as your face pressed firmly against his leather seats. After the fifth attempt at pushing him away, he tied your hands behind your back with the durag he wore. You had nowhere to run. You were forced to take Ony’s mean pumps inside your folds.

He pulls you up by your hair, never stopping his assault on your battered pussy when he whispers, “I know, ma. I always make you feel good, yeah?” 

He slithers a hand to your throat and another down to your twitching clit. Rubbing so fast, your squirt was coming out in small streams. Your sinful sobs made his body shake while he was inside you. God, your pussy was so heavenly. So wet and perfect, he never wanted to pull out.

You squirm under him, “So good! Make me- Ouuuu shit- feels so f-fucking good,” Your body was shivering, you didn’t even realize you were coming. Your eyes rolled into the back of your skull as your stomach clenched so hard it hurt. Your pussy mirroring around his aching thrusts, you were fucking up his seats. He didn’t mind; he just wanted to make you forget everything that happened today.

You thought it was over; you thought he would stop or, at the very least, slow the fuck down. But he never let up on your poor pussy, he just kept feeding you his strokes, and he kept rubbing your puffy clit. “So, why don’t you fucking listen? Don’t you love me?”

The anger he felt earlier was coming back, and you could feel it with the way his fat dick was penetrating you so good, so deep. The tears falling down your cheeks came down ten times harder, your clit couldn’t take anymore. Why was he fucking you like this?

“I do! I- I love you- so much, Ony! I’ll listen- I swear! P-please just-”

Ony could feel his heavy balls twitching as he fucked up into you, he was going to cum. He knew you loved him, but hearing you say it. Saying those words in such an intimate position, he doesn’t think he can hold back anymore. He just wanted to dump his seed past your lower lips.

“Yeah? You’ll listen, t’me?” You nodded so quickly before your brain even registered his words. He was pushing you past your limit, your pussy being so overstimulated that your next orgasm was just seconds away from wetting his seats even more.

“Y-yes- Fuckkk! I’m coming.” That was his only warning before your pussy sprayed all over, and your sticky cream coated his dick. Ony groaned deeply in your ear, the hand on your throat giving one final squeeze before he came so deep you swear it was touching your womb. 

There was nothing in the air but heavy breathing. Your body, weak and unable to hold itself, fell back against him when Ony let you go. His following words break the silence, 

“I love you too, mama.” You feel your heart squeeze, but he doesn’t stop there. “I’m getting you some food before we get home, and allat’ best friend’ shit is dead, by the way. You’re mine now, okay?” 

He presses a chaste kiss to your wet cheeks as you lay against him. It was a trip. He fucked you all crazy like that but then spoke to you in the most gentle tone possible afterward. You couldn’t process it. You can’t do anything but nod, your mind still barely processing what he just did to your body, to you. 

What were you upset about again?

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[666soulz]

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it’s fascinating how such a small object can subject you to such feelings of trepidation and unease.

you feel silly, however, you suppose these feelings are warranted as you stare at the small key held between two of your fingers. how are you supposed to be one hundred percent sure that he’s okay with this? armin had given it to you weeks ago . . . months ago, even. “use it whenever,” he told you. “i don’t even have to be home.”

he could just be saying that.

you’ve held off on it for so long — and you’re aware he’s noticed. armin’ll never say anything about it, though. that’s the kind of guy he is . . . patient, caring, understanding, likes to let you go through and process situations like these, especially regarding your relationship, on your own time without hovering. and while you appreciate it, sometimes you feel comparatively . . . inane. because while it’s a first relationship for the both of you, armin seems to have it all down pat.

it’s as though he’s mastered the course of perfect partner 101 while you’re still on the first lesson.

it’s just a key, you tell yourself.

he even went out of his way to find one of those key customizer booths and have it layered with a matte baby pink and an engraving of your initials on it . . see. he’s so sweet, it’s vexing.

it’s just a key.

timidly, you lead the ridges of the blade through the slat of the doorlock. there’s a sharp twist as you rotate it towards the left and come the door opening seconds later, you’re greeted with the welcoming scent of woodsy vanilla.

his loft is quiet . . it always is, never mind the building sitting right within the heart of the city. it’s high, though, maybe that’s why . . perched on the highest floor of an old industrial building that got renovated only five or so years back. the wall of windows are all triple paned.

you love armin’s loft.

while modernized with hanging, matte black light fixtures in the kitchen, a seventy inch flat screen that reverts into the floor of his living area whenever no longer needed, and a navy blue, six seater berlin module sectional, there still remains a sort of, timeless, charming edge to it all. you think it’s the open, dark bricked walls and lone canvases of art propped up about — an unfinished chess game still rested upon the living room table and slabs of intricate wood carvings plopped here and there. it’s all so very, armin. so very warm and soothing and poised.

you kick off your shoes in the foyer and push them beside his new balance 550s. it’s comical how small your uggs look beside them.

there’s nothing heard within his loft. it’s eerie.

“ ‘min?” you find yourself subconsciously tiptoeing across dark wood floors, around the sectional to head for the steel, black staircase against the wall. it opens into a second level where his desk, computer, and california king bed all coincide. “minnie?”

he’s home.

you view the slow rise and fall of his bare back from your position at the top of the steps, noting how his sheets are thrown over the slim line of his hips and how one of his legs hangs from over the side of the bed, bare as well. the woodsy vanilla you smelled upon first entering was his favorite incense. they burn atop of his desk a few feet away from him. oh, he’s completely knocked.

you strip out of your outside clothes before slowly climbing in beside him, hesitatingly pushing in close . . needy for his warmth.

you’ve never known a person could be such a pretty sleeper before meeting armin. though half of his face is smooshed against his pillow, he still appears to be posing for a catalogue — with the fluffs of gold atop of his head stuck this way and that, still beautifully managing to frame the bone structure of his face. he breathes out of his nose, slow and deep. and without his glasses obstructing your view, you can individually count each of his long, pale eyelashes and the faint, very, very faint, traces of freckles peppering the bridge of his nose.

such a pretty boy.

you push yourself closer, wanting his touch.

he wears nothing but a pair of shorts. with a slow finger, you trace the line of his back, across the smooth bumps of sinew to his shoulder and arm.

you admire how lithe he is. armin isn’t necessarily buff. you think most of the food he eats goes straight to his feet and cock. he’s agile . . limber. there are the muted lines of abs that carve into his torso and his back flexes with hard cords, it’s more of his arms that reveal his true strength. his biceps and shoulders are quite noticeable, especially when he wears a compression shirt every once in a while. when you softly wrap your arms around his tricep and grip, you breathe out a little sigh.

it’s your touch that suddenly has his eyes creaking open.

you see the first peeks of pretty, cobalt blue and quickly, you’re snatching your hand away to tuck it under your chin and apologize with a rising flush burning your cheeks, “oh, i’m . . i’m sorry,” you whisper. “i didn’t wanna wake you.”

he blinks softly a few times, clearly gathering his bearings before giving a little, sleepy smirk, “you used your key,” he mumbles.

he’s such a tease.

“shush.” you watch him open an arm and akin to metal and a magnet, you’re gravitating and fusing your body against his. he’s warm — solid as much as he is soft. you melt with a small mewl and close your eyes, nuzzling into him. it feels so nice.

“mmm,” planting a small kiss upon your forehead, armin then wraps his arm around your waist and grumbles out, “missed my baby. how was your day?”

you don’t want to think about it.

the main reason you even used your key for the first time was because you needed him. you refused to wait until later on tonight to bathe within his touch and affection. you’re impatient. a little thing who’s always restless and avid. through a sigh, you admit it, “not good.”

armin makes a small sound of regard, “. . wanna talk about it now or later?”

“later, please?” you’re burying your face within the pocket of his neck, the one that smells like soap and just pure, unrefined him. “wan’ nap . . with you.”

“mkay,” one more kiss then a small, cheeky grip of your butt. “close your eyes and sleep, baby.”

you sigh out a little, “okay,” doing just as he says. there’s darkness for a couple seconds. it stands before you, looming and quiet, until it draws nearer and completely swathes your entire being.

you don’t know when you wake up.

you’re just aware of how.

it’s to a sudden thrush of pleasure suddenly shooting up your spine from your cunt. it causes you to, quite literally, gasp yourself awake, and out of reflex, snap your legs closed — only, you can’t . . because there’s a head between them. how long armin’s been down there? you aren’t sure of that neither. it’s had to be a while though, because on a particular thrust of two of his fingers inside of you, there’s a loud, disgusting squelch. it’s a mess. the sheets underneath your ass are soaked with a mixture of your slick and his saliva and his cheeks are smeared with it, too.

“m-minnie,” you whimper his name and go to lift your legs, holding them by the back of your knees far out of the way, just how he likes. “oh my gosh.”

his glasses are still off. you view the darkness of raw voracity and need that wades within the blues of his eyes as his tongue strokes your clit with wide, rough sweeps. “you had no panties on,” he soon utters, lifting his head to watch his own fingers push and pull out of the soppy wetness that is your pussy. they work with a certain finesse, the screw technique, one where he drives them in and tugs them free, all while continuing to revolve and pivot his wrist. the approach always gets you creaming within a matter of seconds. “. . what did you wear today?”

you hesitate to answer. it was a simple mistake, honest. sometimes you genuinely do forget to put them on, you never sleep with them anyhow.

when you refuse to talk, his eyes are lifting up again.

it’s rare to see armin so . . . dark. there’s only been a single, previous occurrence that’s ignited your boyfriend’s few, pissed off nerves — a few months ago, after attending a music festival together with all your friends. you suppose he had enough with all the stares and sly remarks you’d received all that day because the minute you both stepped foot over your hotel room’s threshold, he practically snatched your fun, little outfit off and fucked you then and there, on the floor. it’s fairly chilling. because you never really know when the switch happens. he’s exceptional at hiding his true feelings behind a handsome smile, albeit, you suppose you take that back. his eyes are always what gives it away. they grow cloudy and cold, always an immediate disclosure.

he’s mumbling, “okay,” while pulling his fingers free. the puffed hole of your cunt winks at him, clearly grumpy with the sudden change. you’re spoiled. you and your pussy. armin had noticed the change only recently. as sweet and good as you are, you don’t do well with . . directions. you like to have it your way and your way always, disregarding armin only ever giving you rules when he knows they’re for your own greater good.

“it was an accident,” you’re whimpering, little hand falling between your legs while he stands at the foot of the bed and pulls down his shorts. prime example. you start to rub at your clit with tight, firm, little circles. left to your own devices, you’d probably force yourself to cum until you couldn’t cum anymore if he weren’t here . . which presents rule number one, ask for permission before touching. now, armin isn’t too strict with this one, he’ll be honest — bodily autonomy and all. however, he’s had a front row seat, yes, indisputably, to watching you make yourself cum until you screwed your own fucking brains out. you have no sense of a limit . . it’s . . . a challenging thing sometimes, because once you’re there, you never like to stop.

he blames it all on your schooling, honestly. you’ve told him it’s the only way you’re really able to destress — by cumming over and over and over again until you can’t take it anymore and, it makes sense. doesn’t mean he thinks it’s healthy, nonetheless.

so, he wastes no time in pushing your hand away preceding him grabbing you by the hips and forcing you on your hands and knees, chest bowed against the bed, “and you took the train here, right?” he spits on his tip prior to finding the seam of your lips. you lean into his touch like the needy thing you are and he watches how you give a meager, little nod. “hm.” he takes his time, rubbing it up and down, tapping the fleshy crown of his cock right on that clit, making you leak until you whimper and wiggle your hips.

spoiled fucking rotten you are.

“rules, rules, rules,” he sighs, spanning the length of his hand against the arch of your back to force you even lower. your ass perks higher in the air like that — it’s fat, round, perky. he can’t help but swat a thick, nice smack to it . . you’re asking for it. “you’re a little troublemaker, you know that?”

as if to prove a point, your hands reach back and you spread the cheeks of your ass . . nice and wide for him to see it all. as big of a brat as you can be, and as much as you seemingly love to press his buttons, you’ve also managed to learn to counter your own entitled ways. “ ‘m sorry, daddy,” you whimper. prime example number two. you’d do something he doesn’t appreciate and always accept that you were a bit of a terror. you never argue . . always admit. you’re still a good girl. this is why he can never stay upset with you for too long.

“mm,” he bends and kisses between the two, deep dimples that crater your lower back. “m’sweet girl,” another one at your spine. “my baby.”

his touch is tender. it makes you emit a precious whine of gaiety while spreading yourself further.

straightening out, armin strokes his cock. once, twice, then breaches his way in. “can n-never,” he tries not to melt too fast. you feel good — always feel so fucking good . . the best pussy he’ll ever have in his life. “be mad at you f-for too long, god.”

it’s a lot for you, too. you feel yourself stretching further and further, walls working adamantly to swallow it all to the base. “papa,” you mewl and sniff, suddenly overwhelmed. it’s too much sometimes, you think. your cunt is only so deep, occasionally there are times when armin has to work himself in slowly . . half an inch, even, regardless of you being wet enough to outline an entire puddle below you both with your slick. “t-too big.”

clicking his tongue, armin cautiously pulls out. “okay, baby. hold on.”

he’s walking over to his nightstand, heavy dick held within his hand to keep it from annoyingly bobbing as he does. he opens is, rummages around for a moment, then produces a moderate sized bottle of lube. when he’s back behind you, you make sure to keep yourself stretched nice and open to give him the open canvas of dribbling some across both your holes.

“eek!” you squeal come the sensation of it, trickling its way down the cleave of your ass. “minnie ‘s cold!”

“need to discipline you somehow.”

he hears you grumble while he’s fisting his cock. you paint a pretty picture for him . . still holding your ass open, perked in the air. your nails are done, of course. this time, long and almond shaped with pearls and glitter all over . . there’s a cursive ‘ A ‘ that’s written on your ring fingers — matches the one that dangles from your neck on a thin, gold chain. “oh, fuck,” he breathes, suddenly wracked with a wave of just . . clear, unalloyed, plain out want. “s-stay still for me, pretty . . let me look at you.”

the squishes of his fist working his cock are loud. you nibble upon your bottom lip, turning your head downwards to get a good view of him. “hmm,” you give a sweet, little giggle and sway your hips . . slow and enticing. there you go again. a fucking minx. “i wore a skirt today, daddy.”

“mm, i know,” armin sighs, arm pumping. “i s-saw. just wanted you to say it. to admit it to daddy.”

one of your hands is releasing a globe and then you’re reaching down between your legs to divide the flesh of your pussy lips and open them — revealing fine, glimmering, bubble gum pink bordered by the sweet brown of your skin. “ ‘m sorry,” you sniffle through a pout. “forgive me.”

armin strokes his cock a little faster, “aweee,” it’s shaky as he drags it out through a low, smooth chuckle. “you are such a little . . .”

it’s no surprise when he pushes back inside. this time the glide is much, much smoother. you choke on your next inhale, eyes crossing, you think.

“y-yeah,” he smiles at your sudden silence, grabs hold of your wrists, holds them together within one of his hands, and gathers a nice, steady, solid rhythm. “take that fuckin’ dick, baby.”

your ass bounces off of his hips . . plump and fleshy — striped with rugged lines of stretched skin. it’s so pretty. you’re so pretty. “ungh!” your hands hold onto his. you keep your arch, losing yourself in the fervor of his desire and need. it’s perfect, it’s everything you need right now. you don’t want to think or stress or worry. in the far part of your empty brain, you think this is what you were made for — to lay pretty and get fucked. just by him. just by your daddy, no one else. “yes,” you squeak. his balls tap solidly against your bulging clit with each forward thrust. your cunt thanks him with a sudden splatter of cream.

“ooh shit,” armin moans and lets your wrists go to simply grab onto your hips and force you to meet him halfway, pound for pound. “look at that . .”

you find yourself a bit embarrassed. squeaking, you bury your face into an arm while reaching down for your cunt to blindly shield it away.

“no,” your arm is now pinned to the mattress beside your head. it leaves armin looming over you, his front to your back. “s-stay still.” he adores when you make a mess. “cream on your fuckin’ dick.”

you’re whimpering, little fingers wriggling against his grasp, “y-you’re so . . mmph, g-gross.” it’s dire how different of a person he becomes as soon as the warm, gushy walls of your pussy are hugged around his cock. while needy, he’s still demanding. whining and huffy, he’s still expectant for you to be good — to take everything he provides. you feel his lips against the slope of your neck, his hand intertwined within yours as his other arm wraps around your waist in order for his opposite fingers to toy with your clit.

“ ‘ll always, fuck, forgive you,” he moans into that tender area of skin beneath your ear. “n-need you to be . . good for me, though.”

brainlessly, you’re nodding, breaths choppy, voice strained, “i’ll be good. i’ll b-be . . good. yr’good girl — promise, daddy.”

smack! armin rolls your ass cheek between the lines of his fingers and gives it a jiggle, “mmm, god, i love you,” he’s fucking you harder, no longer caring to leave an inch or so out . . he buries it all, deep inside of you, squeezing your hand back when you grip his with a hard sob pushed out of your chest. “g-gonna fuckin’ marry you,” he’s whimpering, dropping to his knees and framing them around yours. the position allows him to hump more than pound and naturally, the tip of his cock finds the sensitive dollop of your g spot. it’s as though it’s an activation button to your tears.

you’re nearly weeping when you warble out a pitchy, “oh f-fuck,” only to receive another thick swat to the ass. armin has never been too fond of you cursing, however, you simply can’t help it.

“yeah,” he’s groaning and honing in on it, it seems. he rocks and presses his hips into your ass, making sure you feel it. your knees begin to slip . . inch by inch. you can no longer hold yourself up. armin simply lets you fall, he lets you plop onto your tummy, presses his hands flat upon the bed on either side of your head and raises himself, easily, into a plank.

“daddy, please.” you’re overwhelmed. you need him to take it easy — give you a breather.

“be a big girl and take it.”

he’s resumed pounding you — god, it’s filthy . . the sounds that is. damp skin clapping and your pussy frothing around his cock. your eyes roll into your skull. you’re close. you feel it. “ungh, unh, hmph . . unh!” there’s a hand underneath your chin, forcing your head back. your eyes are leering open, finding armin above you, eyes focused on your lips. he says only one word, “open.”

it’s immediate. your lips part open and you loll your tongue out on show, awaiting the moment he lets a warm seep of his spit dribble from his lips and onto the slat of it. you swallow with a low, content hum, rolling your tongue back out once more to display it. the sight makes armin’s balls swell. “g-god, you make me feel so fuckin’ good,” he whispers before pushing his lips against yours, beckoning your tongue into his own mouth to give a suckle to.

it’s only right you do the same to his.

you’ve realized a long time ago that the two of you are . . kind of disgusting. nevertheless, it’s the grossness of it all that makes your clit thump a little harder, your orgasm approach quicker. it’s armin kissing you until you’re struggling to breathe, him pulling away only to slip a few fingers in your mouth, lift up, then slowly start to creep his opposite thumb inside the tight, puckered hole of your ass. you’re soon full from all ends, it’s . . mind staggering. you’re gone — eyes indelibly stuck within the back of your head, legs trembling, muscles tensing.

“l-lobve . . you,” you babble softly around his fingers. “love you. i laoveyou, lobve g’you.”

oddly, it’s the forehead kiss he deposits right within the center of your brows after you prattle out your sweet sentiments that kindles your orgasm. you cum with a hard inhale. your fingers fist the sheets until your knuckles pale and you feel his fingers pull from your mouth in order to wrap around the column of your throat.

you have a bad habit of biting the sheets to muffle your sounds. armin forces you to keep your head up, forces each of those hiccupy, loud cries out of your mouth to echo within his loft with each thrust he continues to give as your pussy pulses and lathers bubbles of milk around his cock. “dad — dy — please — hng!”

he’s close. he’s so fucking close.

“look at me,” once more, he’s lifting your head. he needs your face, and you obey, holding onto his hand on your throat with one of yours. you’re so fucking beautiful. make up completely ruined, eyes overlaid in tears. he cums as he kisses your lips, burying himself as deep as he can, balls smooshed against the bead of your clit. “ohhh fuck,” he’s panting into your mouth, circling his hips in tight circles to work it in nice and deep. “my b-baby . . ungh, fuck.”

his finger is removed before his cock. he pulls both out slowly, making sure you prepare yourself for the withdraw before doing anything. you’re flipped over onto your back and legs opened soon after. the picture of his cum gradually leaking out of your battered cunt is always so pretty. armin then lays himself beside you, propped up on an elbow, “mm,” he pulls you in close, tucking your face into his neck. and like that, he holds you, hand at the back of your head, arm around your waist. kisses — he powders them everywhere while you sniff and curl against him. “felt good? w . . was i too rough?”

there’s that drastic change again. it’s . . comical honestly. you’re giggling and laying your head upon his bicep, watching him slowly begin to smile. “what?”

“you’re jus’ silly.”

“ ‘m silly?”

languidly, you nod, “mhm.”

you’re so cute. too cute. you watch armin lean over and reach toward the nightstand. he’s unfolding his glasses prior to sliding them on and leaning in to kiss your lips, “gonna run us a bath,” he tells you. there’s a blush hanging high upon his cheeks — rosy and bright. “bath, ‘m gonna order food, and then we’re gonna talk about your day, okay? . . specifically about you wearing skirts on a train with no underwear.”

face burning, you swat at his chest as he smirks and stands, “i said i was sorry.”

“mhm,” he’s walking to the bathroom while he speaks. “you see where it got you.”

i need him . . like so bad ໒꒰ྀི˶ ◞ ˕ ◟ ˶ ꒱ྀི১ .

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[666soulz]

Thank you to everyone who got me to 5000 likes! i literally don’t post nothing and probably never really will, but ty.

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[666soulz]

y’all come online with the same takes every other month no shade.

[666soulz]

We went from "I don't like this, so I will not read it" to "I don't like this, so you shouldn't write it", and if you see no issue with that then we are truly lost

[666soulz]

blk fem reader x onyankopon

s. your ex unexpectedly shows up at your doorstep one night, and you fall into his trap knowing you’d regret it the next morning

cw. oral, reluctance

the low hum of solange's voice from your alexa sounded through your apartment walls. the space was dimly lit by the city lights shining through the high-rise apartment windows and the few eucalyptus-scented candles that were lit.

you slid the brownies off the metal spatula and onto the round cake dish, careful to not let them fall. when you successfully got almost all of them onto the dish, you picked up the remaining one from the baking pan and took a bite of the delicious treat.

'ooh, i did my lil' one thing,' you thought to yourself, nodding at the taste of the betty crocker brownies.

you placed the baking pan into the sink, squeezing some dish soap and letting the water run inside to loosen the remaining chocolate. 'i'll get to that later.'

you adjusted the oversized white t-shirt on your shoulders that just barely covered the grey underwear underneath. your favorite part about living alone had to be the freedom of wearing whatever and not worrying about someone else seeing.

a ping came through your phone, letting you know you'd gotten a message. picking up the phone, you saw the notification:wish you came out with us. there some fine ass mfs out hereee

you laughed at your best friends text and sent a reply back. you felt bad for lying and saying you weren't feeling well, but you didn't feel like going out—you wanted to stay in this friday night, listen to music, drink wine, and people-watch from your window. as boring as that sounded, it was what you enjoyed.

"alexa, volume up," you commanded as the tune of 'soon as i get home' by faith evans played. you swayed your hips to the song as you grabbed your glass of wine from earlier, and your bare feet padded across the floor to the spacious white couch.

"so baby... soon as i get home," you sang along, opening your phone preparing to view your friends' instagram stories from their night out.

however, you were interrupted by three knocks on your door. your brows pinched together and your eyes drifted to the top of your phone that read the time:

10:27

"who the fuck…" you trailed off, reaching over to place your glass on the coffee table. you fixed the messy bun that your braids were in as you made your way over to the front door and stood on your toes to look through the peephole. the unexpected sight of the familiar figure made your heart drop to your ass.

you backed away from the door and tried to compose yourself. a mix of emotions flooded through your mind—anger, hurt, giddiness.

faith's voice continued to sing in the back and before you could stop yourself, you reached to unlock the door. you opened it calmly, refusing to let him see your conflicted emotions.

your ex stood in front of you with a growing smirk, reaching to put his hands into his pockets. you took in his appearance as your mind raced. he wore a black durag on his head that matched with his black sweats and black t-shirt. his familiar arm and neck tattoos peeked through his clothes. you could slightly see his underwear band underneath the sweats, making you imagine more than you should've been. you internally slapped yourself for letting your mind wander and snapped your eyes up to his face. the smirk on his face remained as his low eyes wandered down your partially naked figure.

you finally spoke up to break the silence, “what do you want?”

“you look good, ma.” onyankopon’s voice was smooth and sent shivers down your spine. the smile on his face let you get a look at his gold canines.

you wanted to say he did too, but you knew better than that.

“stop, ony. what do you want?” you repeated, shifting your weight to one foot with a tilt of your head.

“you,” he mumbled so quietly that you almost didn’t hear him. he licked his lips and looked into your eyes, making you avert your gaze.

before you could protest, he removed both of his hands from his pockets and raised one to your stomach, softly nudging you further into the apartment as he used the other to close the door behind him.

“ony, stop, you shouldn’t be here.” you knew that him staying the night would just add more confusion to an already confusing situation. you guys were together for multiple years, but 6 months ago you two came to a mutual agreement that you guys shouldn’t stay together because of the constant arguing. only two months into the breakup, however, you woke up in his california king bed after you called and said you needed him. you guys couldn’t stay away from each other, to say the least.

he slid both hands onto either side of your waist and pulled you closer, “i miss you, ma.” he lowered his head into your neck to leave soft kisses. despite what your mind was telling you, you tilted your head to give him more access.

he sucked on your sweet spot making you moan softly in his ear. the sound got him excited—he knew he got you exactly where he wanted you.

he picked you up and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. his hands felt like fire on the back of your thighs. you continued to kiss him and ignored the side of you that said you’d regret it in the morning.

ony walked the both of you to your bedroom and laid you down on the edge of your bed, only breaking the kiss to remove your oversized t-shirt and continuing down your breasts.

“you’re so fucking beautiful,” he said quietly, making his way down your stomach. when he got to your pussy, he teased you by kissing your inner thigh and rubbing you lightly.

“onya—” you started, but he cut you off with a kiss to your clothed clit, making you inhale sharply through your nose. before he removed your underwear, he reached behind his head and pulled the neckline of his shirt over his head. you stared at his tattooed abs and fawned internally as if you’d never seen them before.

after pulling off your underwear, he finally got a look at your glistening pussy. it was clean shaven as if you knew this moment was coming.

“yo’ pussy so pretty, y/n.” you felt the heat rising to your face as you watched him drop to his knees and pull you closer to the edge of the bed.

he held the back of your thighs to keep your legs up and as soon as he latched on, a soft moan escaped your lips. he knew exactly what to do to make you cum quick.

“fuck,” you panted. he stuck one finger inside as he simultaneously sucked on your clit. the music that played from the living room was drowned out by the sounds of your arousal.

“oh my god~” you dragged, reaching for the pillow behind you to cover your face as you already felt the tension forming in your stomach. your moans got louder and louder despite your attempts to muffle them under the pillow.

ony spoke against your clit, “nah let me hear you.” his deep voice sent vibrations through you, causing you to let out more sounds of pure euphoria. you hesitantly removed the pillow and instead resorted to grabbing at the sheets.

“s-shittt,” you groaned, sitting up on your elbows. you looked down at him through your glossy eyes and were surprised to see he was already looking at you. the eye contact with ony brought you closer to your climax. “i’m gonna—”

“cum for me mama.”

on que, you fell back onto the sheets with a whine as you released. your legs tried to close around his head, but he held them open. it truly felt like like you were seeing stars as he continued to suck on your clit. the feeling of overstimulation had your eyes welded shut and your bottom lip pulled between your teeth, nearly drawing blood.

“okayy onya,” you whined and pushed his head away in attempts to get him to stop. thankfully, he stood up, giving you a break. you panted and wiped the tears that formed in your eyes.

you made a move to sit up when you saw him throw his phone onto the bed thinking you were done. he stopped your movements and immediately pushed you back down with a chuckle, “i’m not done ma, gimme one more.”

|| just a small something for my first post and first time ever writing smut

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[666soulz]

ppl trying to play who’s the better activist is actually the real problem and it’s very very performative.

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You’d been working under your uncle, Seth. Ever since the pair of you arrived in Jackson. The late hour shifts of you two fooling around making new recipes. He had a knack for sandwiches. It was mind blowing how he’d be able to make a turkey sandwich different from the next ten times.

He wasn’t truly your uncle. He’d found you on your lonesome years ago. You were malnourished, one hand broken and damaged, the other clutching on an empty pistol like your life depended on it. Your nose bloodied, all you had to your name was bright yellow rain boots and a jacket large enough to be considered a dress on you, and your thick curls in a frizzy uncared for bun. It was astonishing you managed to last that long.

Deciding to take you along with him in pursuit of finding a place of his own. You were a tough case.

You never talked, face always holding a blank stare. You’d seen things, Seth knew, and he didn’t pry. Your eyes carried a haunted shine, something you could never shake. Being alone most of your life is just what you’d gotten used to. Your parents had decided to flee from the Louisiana Quarantine Zone. They’d been shot in the process. Your father killed on impact and your mother lasted long enough to get to the next town over. You were only ten.

You wondered in solitude with your fathers pistol. Slowly making your way into Arkansas. Being forced to use your fathers pistol for your own safety. Gunning down two runners and a man that’d been charging at you. Five bullets.

It’d been about a week. You ducking behind buildings, scavenging for anything edible. Having to narrowly escape hungers or hordes, surviving off pure perseverance and fumes clearly didn’t prove helpful for a 10 year old. You collapsed, face up at the scorching sun, you didn’t cry, just stared. Staring at nothing in particular you stomach felt as if it were twisting itself inside out. A soft groan leaving you lips as you slowly faded into unconsciousness.

Eyes opening one last time to see a figure with a beer gut standing over top of you.

So here you were. Wrapping your hundredth sandwich of the day. Handing them off to people preparing for patrol. That’s how you met Jesse.

Over a while, you began to break from your shell. You kept a small circle, a few people who volunteered to work in Jackson’s theater, putting on plays and performances when the movies available got stale. And Jesse. He mocked you for your accent, you mocked him for his, you’d sneak him extra food, have arm wrestled over the freshly polished wooden counters, and banter. You couldn’t ask for a better friend that understood you.

Your uncle seemed to think the opposite.

“You and that Jesse seems to be getting along swell.” He muttered quietly. Peeling potatoes hurriedly.

The Tipsy Bison was quiet. The wooden floorboards creaking intermittently whenever someone took a step. It was just the two of you. Prepping for open, you’d rather be doing anything else.

“He fine.” You shrugged dismissively. Washing the used cutlery and beer glasses.

“Look out for that boy. You know their type only want one thing.” He huffed. Wiping his nose against the sleeve of his shirt, continuing to peel the dirty skin.

You bit your cheek. Keeping quiet as a soft exhale left your lips. Blinking slowly, divulging into thought. Jesse was an alright guy, they got along, had fun hanging out. But you never considered him in such a way. It made you snarl and cringe at the thought, gross.

The door to the establishment opened slowly. Your head quickly wiping to the entrance. Ready to cuss out the same alcoholics that kept entering every ten minutes to question if you were open. But it was someone completely different.

Taking notice of the shorter girl who’d found her way inside. Short auburn hair being put into a lazy low bun, clothes randomly mismatched, and impressively dirty converse, soft freckles peppered her face. Her eyes quickly flickering from your face to look down at the polished table.

An uncomfortable silence fell between the two of you. Your brow furrowed in confusion. Waiting for her to state her business.

“Can I help you?” You questioned snappily. Cocking your head to the side, coming off more unpleasant than intended.

Her head swiftly came up. Seeming to come up from whatever daze she’d been in. Gulping and nervously clearing her throat.

“Two sandwiches, please?” She asked quietly, sounding more of a question than a order. Her voice cracked and brittle, a clear anxiousness on her face. A shake in her tone. Looking down at her hands as she played with them.

“We’re clo—”

“Nah it's good. Maria gave special orders for them.” Seth interrupted from the kitchen.

“Ellie.” A pale hand met your field of vision. Apparently so, you were left with her.

You returned the shake. Exchanging names with her. Returning back to your duties, a look of disinterest on your face. Scrubbing away at the cutlery.

Clearly, the situation was somewhat awkward. Ellie nervously shifted on her heels as your eyes bored through her soul. You weren’t one to catch onto social cues.

“So you’re friends with Jesse?” She piped up. Returning your gaze, anxious to look a way.

“We hang out time to time.” You responded dismissively. Unsure as to why she cared, specks of water from your scrubbing splashing onto your cheeks and the table

“Yeah. I see the two if you together all the time.”

“You’ve been watching me?”

You questioned. A stern look on your face as your jaw clenched. Head tilted as you watched her body language. Watching how her eyes nervously darted around the room to avoid yours. Taking a long exhale.

“I’ve just seen you around, I dunno, you seem cool.” She shrugged, a light tinge of pink on her cheeks

“I am?”

Time felt impossibly slow. Seth was able to make a sandwich in less than three minutes. It felt torturous as to how long it was taking him.

“Some friends and I were planning on sneaking out..” Ellie whispered, wide eyes peering up at you with hope.

“Jesse’ll be there…”

You choose to stay quiet. Not used to being around much people. You weren’t the social setting type. But that and spending your off week peeling potatoes and washing dishes. The choice was clear.

Uneven footsteps could be heard from behind you. Seth lugging two sandwiches in his hands. A thin lipped smile as he handed them off the the auburn haired girl.

“Two steak sandwiches.”

“Thanks, Joel will love ‘em.”

Silence fell between the two of you. Ellie biting her bottom lip, Seth standing wide with both hands on his hips, and you, straight faced and stiff.

Seth looked between the pair of you. Analyzing the both of you, Ellie’s poker face subpar at best.

“Right. Well, best get back to work.” He smiled at Ellie, softly patting your shoulder and turning away.

Ellie watched intently as Seth hobbled away. Turning her attention back to you as he turned the corner. A shy smile on her face as she looked up at you expectantly.

“Think about it. Alright? You could bring your boyfriend or whatever, and it’ll be fun.”She nervously stammered, voice slowly trailing off. Waiting for you to acknowledge her not so subtle inquiry.

“Boyfriend?” You questioned, tilting your head cluelessly. Your tone dull.

It was hard for anyone to truly have a conversation with you. A difficult girl to crack. The tension between you was palpable. You on the other hand, none the wiser.

“I’ll come.”

“Really?” Her eyes lit up. A dorky grin etching across her face. A soft uncontrollable giggle leaving her lips

“Alone.” You clarified. Arms crossed against your chest defensively, for what? You weren’t sure.

She smiled like a child. Feeling giddy enough to race around the bar. Settling on controlling herself.

“Okay, i’ll see you around— tonight! I’ll see you tonight and around.” She placed an emphasis on the ‘and’. A blush creeping across her face as she slowly crept towards the door.

“Bye..”

“Bye, Ellie.”

She pushed open the door. Scurrying out of sight. You watched from the windows as she walked to the stables. A small pep in her step.

You felt.. odd. Blinking irregularly, you’d never interacted with a person like this. It felt nice, enjoyable even.

Hearing familiars rough footsteps heard from behind you. A calloused hand landed on your shoulder. Seth’s eyes following yours.

“I know a cat fight when I see it.” His voice rasped. Eyes narrowed as he watched Ellie practically skip away.

“Don’t fight over that, Jesse. There’s better guys here, you’ll find the one.” He gently patted your shoulder, walking off.

You shook your head in amusement, Gripped the dish rag tightly. Brows knit together. Something that could be considered a smile etching across your lips.

You looked forward to tonight.

#ellie williams x reader #tlou #ellie williams x black!reader #joel miller x reader #loser!ellie #the last of us

[666soulz]

🧘🏾‍♀️

"man, fuck you."

the silence that comes after your words is almost deadly, and it causes your heart to sink.

the sleek black fridge hums in the silence, your eyes are drawn to it as you hear his heavy foot steps move towards you, it's so calm it causes your nerves to rise. you can feel the warmth radiating off his body as he stops infront of you, his muscular body only inches away from being pressed against yours.

your anxious, and a bit excited for what you know is about to come, keeping on a poker face and looking straight, refusing to look up at him.

eren pokes his inner cheek with his tongue as he looks down at you, an eyebrow raised and a dangerous look on his face. a look you were far too familiar with, a look that only meant one thing.

he chuckles, the sound is deep and attractive, fitting for a prettyboy like himself. "s'that right?"

a shudder racked throughout your body at the threat posed as a question, he was testing you, giving you a chance to redeem yourself before he fucked you up. on any other day, you would jump to fix up your words and tone, knowing what would happen if you didn't, but you didn't feel like doing that shit today. not after he ignored you almost the whole day.

maybe you were being dramatic - no fuck that. this is his fault.

you got all dressed up for him, wearing a cute lil lingeriae (wink wonk) that annoyingly went up your ass just for him, only for you to be ignored and neglected like you weren't walking around with the most bomb pussy.

it happened a few hours ago but even now you're still fucking pissed, eren was off work today and your package came early so you decided to suprise him. he was playing his games when you decided to walk in. hips swinging, titties sitting and your sunkissed skin glowing with the shea butter and baby oil you rubbed it with earlier. he cursed loudly as he shot at whatever the fuck he was shooting at on screen, and cussed out connie for being slow, his gaze not moving from the screen even once to acknowledge your presence. it annoyed you a little, but you didn't let that bother you smiling slyly as you walked up to him.

"ren," you called sweetly, swayin on your feet lightly and bitting your bottom lip as you waited for his jade green eyes to meet yours only for your plump lips to downturn when he quickly mumbled out a 'yeah, baby?' without sparring you a single glance. you were starting to get pissed off, was it so fucking hard for him to give you attention?

with a huff you leaned over, taking his jaw into your hand to turn his head towards you, ignoring the complaints he let out. a smile tugged at your lips at the way he paused, looking you up and down and licking his pink lips which parted for a second before you heard talking from his headset, you felt your smile slip as he looked back to the screen.

"eren-"

he cuts you off with a kiss, his eyes still not leaving the screen, your frown going unnoticed. "gimme a second babe, m'almost done." your nose scrunched up as you stared at the brunette infront of you, in disbelief of him choosing a fucking game over you. rolling your eyes you walked out of the room, making sure to slam the door shut behind you.

which leads you to being moody all day.

the pretty princess that he was used to no longer being present as you stomped your pretty feet every where you went, face screwed up, side-eyeing the brown haired male every chance you get and mumbling slick shit under your breath.

eren was oblivious to why you were acting this way, and he was slowly getting sick of it. his last straw being when he asked you to pass him a cup only for you to just look at him bad out of the corner of your eyes and fix your pretty lips to ask him

"your hands broke?"

the smell of your vanilla and marshmellow body mist floods his senses as he inhales, his eyes dropping down to your neck to see the glitter that sparkles there. your fucking delicious, is what he thinks as he watches you avoid him with low lidded eyes, a hand comes up to turn your face towards him so that you make eye-contact with him.

you try not to shiver, pursing your lips as you look at him. "who you giving all that attitude to?"

you try to hold in the whimper that threatens to fall from your lips from the tone of his voice, how you could feel it vibrating through you and how your panties soaked with arousal with just that alone.

it isn't fair, the hold he has on you, the reactions he can pull from you by doing the least. his grip tightens on your jaw when you attempt to pull your face away from him, gaze blazing with heat and a thick eyebrow raising as he waited for you to respond.

rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms across your chest, tongue running acorss your top row of teeth. "aint got time for this."

green eyes squinted at you before eren's entire face went blank, he tilted his head at you and you watched as his brown hair swayed with the movement, your body tensing as your face remained blank. "you sure?" those two words have never seemed dangerous until now, paired with the look on his face, it would have anyone shaking in there boots, it shouldn't have excited you but it did.

inhaling deeply, eren listened to the humming of the fridge, trying his best to calm down and not do anything irrational as he knew how your cry-baby ass was. he looked down at you again, watching as you twisted your lips and looked away from him, trying to keep a poker face, his lips quirked up at the side a little, barely noticeable, knowing that you wont be acting this way in a couple of minutes.

"gonna tell me why you're acting like this?"

biting your tongue, you shook your head. "nothing bro, it's fine." you attempt to move past him, his hand lashes out and holds your hips, brinig you back to where you were before which causes you to sigh annoyingly.

"nah, what's up?" eren waited for your reply patiently, watching as you just stared at him with your lips jutted out. he waits, and his patients runs thin.

he lets out a breath through his nose. "cool."

and that's all it takes for you to be in this position, back arched perfectly with your supple breats pressed against the counter top as eren fucks you from behind, chorus' of moans leaving your lips.

"e-eren wait!"

"wait on what? don't play with me, take it and don't run." you felt a pleasurable sting on your ass, gifted to you by the man who was rearranging your guts with vigor.

not once did he stop or pause, lifting your foot so he could plunge into your deeper.

he grabs a fist of your hair, bringing his lips to your ear allowing you to hear the raspiness and deepiness of his tone as he fucked you.

"this what you wanted right...nasty fucking attitude cause you wanted some dick."

feeling the pleasure build in your tummy, begging for a release you grip unto the counter as eren's paced sped up. a series of broken sentences and sweet moans leaving your plump liips as he bullied your pussy with his cock.

"if dick's what you want, ima fucking spoil you with it."

#x black reader #aot x black reader #attack on titan #aot x reader #aot #attack on titan x black reader #black yn #eren jaeger x black reader #eren x y/n

[666soulz]

𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐠𝐞 ✽

drabble!

pairings- Mikasa x Fem! Reader

a/n- again, sorry i took forever. I changed my mind on scenarios like a million times and im pretty sure this one has been done a lot but still, I hope you enjoy 😭

cw- cheating, mentions of toxic relationship, oral sex, vaginal fingering, scissoring, no dialogue

✧༺ꨄ༻∞

As Mikasa's trusted friend, you've seen her go through the highs and lows of her relationship with Eren. Lately, though, it seems like all she can talk about is how Eren is treating her poorly. You're getting tired of it. You're tired of hearing her complain and moan about how he's always causing her problems, but still insists on staying with him.

Her head was stuck so far up his ass she couldn’t see two feet in front of her. Couldn’t see you.

Not to misunderstand, Mikasa was a great friend. One of the realest you had. You just hated to see her stuck, coming to you for advice and then not following. What the hell was the point in all these help visits if she was just going to go running back to him at the end of the day?

No matter how many times you told her she should leave, you’re always gifted with an ‘I can’t.’

You didn’t understand why not. Didn’t at all understand what was so great about this guy either. He was just a guy. One that treated her like a burden. Something you’d never dream of doing if she was yours.

Eren didn’t seem to see just how good he had it. He was about to though.

Per usual, Mikasa has come to you to complain about her boyfriend. What a shocker. Only this time, instead of giving her advice, you’re hidden between her thighs, taking care of her needs like he could never achieve. You were tired of waiting for her to take her leave. You knew she never would, not on her own.

Every swirl of your tongue through her folds pushes the thought of Eren to the back of her mind. You wanted it out for good. From the sounds of her moans it was obvious she hadn’t felt good in a while.

Your fingers curve and thrust slowly, taking their time and rubbing over that sensitive spot inside. Her breath comes out in short gasps every time your mouth latches on to her clit, almost like she was choking on air.

Her legs shake around you as she’s pushed to climax, again and again. You didn’t plan to stop. Not until she was completely exhausted and had to stay the night at your place.

You finger fuck her until the pads of your fingers prune and your arm feels like it’s about to fall off.

As much as you were enjoying making her lose her mind with pleasure, you couldn’t ignore the throbbing of your own need. You’d been sitting patiently with it for almost an hour now.

Removing your lips and fingers from her, you replace the vacancy with your own cunt.

Your wetness meshes with hers, practically a flood between you. She glides her hips to match with you, dragging her sensitive bundle of nerves over yours routinely. She couldn’t think about anything other than getting off.

Your heat grinds together, stimulating both of you to the edge of reality. Though, it’s a struggle to stay above her, you were constantly slipping and losing your balance. You grip around her thighs to keep from falling on her, diagonally positioning your body to fit with her until it’s a perfect match.

You rut against her at a breakneck pace, continuing until you both release all over each other, both of your pussies equally sloppy and soaked.

Maybe this time would make a difference. Maybe this time she’d realize who really cares about her.

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#mikasa ackerman #mikasa aot #mikasa x reader #mikasa smut #mikasa x you #aot x reader #aot smut #attack on titan smut

[666soulz]

How to write smut ?

(@urfriendlywriter | req by @rbsstuff @yourlocalmerchgirl anyone under the appropriate age, please proceed with caution :') hope this helps guys! )

writing smut depends on each person's writing style but i think there's something so gut-wrenchingly beautiful about smut when it's not very graphic and vivid. like., would this turn on a reader more?

"he kissed her, pulling her body closer to him."

or this?

"His lips felt so familiar it hurt her heart. His breathing had become more strained; his muscles tensed. She let herself sink into his embrace as his hands flattened against her spine. He drew her closer."

One may like either the top or the bottom one better, but it totally depends on your writing to make it work. Neither is bad, but the second example is more flattering, talking literally.

express one's sensory feelings, and the readers will automatically know what's happening.

writing, "her walls clenched against him, her breath hitching with his every thrust" is better than writing, "she was about to cum".

are some vocabulary you can introduce in your writing:

whimpered, whispered, breathed lightly, stuttered, groaned, grunted, yearned, whined, ached, clenched, coaxed, cried out, heaved, hissed

shivering, shuddering, curling up against one's body, squirming, squirting, touching, teasing, taunting, guiding, kneeling, begging, pining, pinching, grinding,

swallowing, panting, sucking in a sharp breath, thrusting, moving gently, gripped, biting, quivering,

nibbling, tugging, pressing, licking, flicking, sucking, panting, gritting, exhaling in short breaths,

wet kisses, brushing soft kisses across their body (yk where), licking, sucking, teasing, tracing, tickling, bucking hips, forcing one on their knees

holding hips, guiding the one on top, moving aimlessly, mindlessly, sounds they make turn insanely beautiful, sinful to listen to

some adjectives to use: desperately, hurriedly, knowingly, teasingly, tauntingly, aimlessly, shamelessly, breathlessly, passionately, delicately, hungrily

he sighed with pleasure

her skin flushed

he shuddered when her body moved against his

he planted kisses along her jawline

her lips turned red, messy, kissed and flushed.

his hands were on his hair, pulling him.

light touches traveled down his back

words were coiled at his throat, coming out as broken sobs, wanting more

he arched his back, his breath quivering

her legs parted, sinking into the other's body, encircling around their waist.

+ mention the position, how they're being moved around---are they face down, kneeling, or standing, or on top or on bottom--it's really helpful to give a clear picture.

+ use lustful talk, slow seduction, teasing touches, erratic breathing, give the readers all while also giving them nothing. make them yearn but DO NOT PROLONG IT.

sources to refer to for more: (will be updated soon!)

[666soulz]

“why do you make everything about antiblackness”then the first thing you do is hop in black people’s inbox to call them slurs are we not seeing the irony here

[666soulz]

and may all the girls continue to make ony use the n-word💋

#aot x black reader #aot smut #connie springer #onyankopon x you #onyankopon x black!reader #onyankopon x reader

[666soulz]

it’s gone be hell on the tl if sza does not take home album of the year cousins

#and i promise u that #sza #grammy #victoria monet #coco jones

[666soulz]

EARS PIERCED, connie springer.

he can’t handle it when his daughter gets her ears pierced.

“i’m not turning the car around, connie..” you let out a sigh of relief when you finally reached the claire’s. connie had been begging you the whole drive to just go back home and forget this ear piercing shit.

but you couldn’t just let it go, every girl needed their ears pierced at some point. your mom got yours done when you were little so you wanted to stick with the tradition and do the same for your little baby… connie wasn’t going for it though.

“man what do she need her ears pierced for? she just turned one!” he decided to sit in the back with his daughter like he always did. the man took one glance at her in the car seat with sad eyes.. his poor baby had no idea what was coming.

“cause she’s a girl connie. and ear piercings barely hurt i promise, i got mine at this age too!” you tried reassuring him but he still wasn’t going for it. you knew he’d probably be salty for a while but oh well, he’ll get over it soon.

once you parked the car connie mentally prepared himself for disaster, if anything he acted like he was the one getting his ears pierced. he couldn’t stop the anxiety he felt when you opened the door to get the baby out.. he had half a mind to slam the door shut and lock it so you wouldn’t get in, but he knew better.

“baby come on or we’re gonna be late to the appointment,” you gently pulled him out of the car by his sleeve and he was damn near ready to throw a tantrum. your daughter didn’t need her ear pierced but you’d rather have it done now than when she’s older.

it just made more sense, plus you’ve had your ears pierced since you were 2— and never in all your years have you had to get another one.

originally, you were supposed to be the one in the chair holding your daughter. but connie again, wasn’t going for it. he at least wanted to hold his daughter just in case anything went wrong, which is what he was expecting.

you watched the piercer mark your daughters ears, and you couldn’t help the worry sinking in— honestly you were scared too. looking at your daughter smile and giggle in her fathers arms without a care in the world.. it made you feel horrible.

she had no idea what was coming and you just hoped she wouldn’t be too mad at you afterwards.

“okay dad im gonna have you hold her tightly okay? she can’t move or else the piercings won’t be accurate to each other!” connie followed ever procedure possible because he’d do anything to just hurry and get this over with. his heart was already pounding in his chest during the whole car ride, and now it was even worse.

without warning, the worker aligned the piercing gun to your daughters ear and shoved the needle in. (she actually went as gently as she could, but to you and connie it still wasn’t gentle enough.)

the young girl’s face immediately fell into a frown, her previous mood of happiness quickly faded into sorrow. she let out a heart wrenching cry— so intense that her little body started shaking, and that was the last straw for connie.

you couldn’t lie, your heart ached hearing her scream like this. out of all the times she’s cried, it’s never been this intense nor has she ever started shaking because of it.

“no, she’s done. you see she’s over here hollering right?” connie mugged the piercer when she tried to do the other ear, he couldn’t hold his tongue anymore.

“constance stop it! let her do the other ear really quick, it’s her job.” soon enough your husband was mugging you as well, which you quickly returned. you didn’t know why he was acting like you were some evil witch just for wanting your daughters ears pierced?

you waved at the piercer— letting her know it was okay to continue, which she did. the second one didn’t hurt your daughter as bad since she was still stuck on the last one’s pain.

her cries only got louder but now it was more of forced out whines than actual tears. you rolled your eyes at that since it was a habit of hers, forcing herself to continue crying. deep down you knew she got that trait from you but you’d never admit it.

“anddd we’re all done! you did so good hun here, have a sticker.” she placed a yellow smiley face right on your daughters hand, and that was enough to make the young girl feel better.

connie though, he was still salty as hell. he hadn’t said a word to you yet, he just kept staring at the new earrings in his daughter’s ears. yeah, they were cute but fucking useless. like he said before, she could’ve gone without them.

“let me see her pa,” you held your arms out expecting him to give her to you, but instead he did the opposite.

“nah we’re mad at you right now. you on punishment, bye.” he gave you a blank stare and to your surprise your daughter did the same thing. she may not have been that old but she was old enough to know you put her through all that pain.

the tiny girl looked you up and down before rolling her eyes and turning her back on you to lean on her father’s chest. your jaw dropped as you watched connie let out a little chuckle and high five his daughter.

“tuh, okay then little girl ima remember that when you want some milk. i don’t like y’all!”

©rissouu 2024 (it’s been a while yall im sorry, i just had no ideas.. but i hope you enjoyed! more dad!connie to come probably.)

#yes this is black/chubby reader but anyone can read #chubby reader #dad!connie #plug!connie #connie springer #black reader #aot x black reader #connie springer x black reader #connie springer x chubby reader

[666soulz]

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#she’s so damn pretty #zendaya #dune #girlblogger #girl blogger #fashion